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About a Boy

February 21, 2011

“It’s a boy!” she exclaimed. Though not in an overly zealous, cheerleader doctor kind of way, because I just don’t pick doctors like that.

“Yep, it’s a boy,” she repeated.

An hour later, she told me the stunned look on my face was what caused her double-take. “You had me convinced I was wrong, so I had to look again.”

Well, I was convinced she was wrong, too.

Despite the Chinese gender predictor test, the telltale pregnancy symptoms, and the swinging needle and thread that all indicated “big old boy” while I was expecting, something in the back of my head said girl, girl, girl. You two make girls. I saved all the pink I could find from Little D — crib sheets, onesies, mini pink Converse — everything was cleaned and folded and stacked away for numero deux’s impending, and inevitably female, arrival. I didn’t know why we had chosen not to find out the gender, I knew it anyway.

Apparently the Chinese are on to something.

A boy he was. Is. And now, two months later, darling husband and I still manage to marvel at the fact. I don’t know how to wipe a boy. I don’t know how to transform a Transformer with a boy. I don’t know how to cut hair in the kitchen for a boy. Frankly, from what I have seen of my friends adorable little male offspring, I am slightly afraid of boys.

But I do know how to shop. And this morning, I found this online at Fawn & Forest.

And suddenly, just like that, I am all about a boy.

The Pickup by Harry Allen

3 Comments leave one →
  1. February 21, 2011 8:22 pm

    TOTALLY did the thread and needle test. Except for me? It said I’d have 16 kids. Gender-neutral. Or maybe that was another test I did…

    Either way! Love that darn pick-up! (I have two girls, so will never know the joys a toy truck can bring…)

  2. February 21, 2011 9:37 pm

    I can’t believe it’s been two months already! When are you free?

  3. bpalagan permalink
    February 23, 2011 11:16 pm

    With just my sister and I growing up I knew nothing of the boy world. Then we had O. All I have to say is trucks and Transformers. Know it. Love it. Honestly, the bond you will have with your son is something that can’t be explained. There’s a reason for the term “Mama’s boy”. =)

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